1. Your Night is Mine


    Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: Fiction, Bondage and restriction, Exhibitionism, Female Domination, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Author: bluest bell, Rating: 72.7, Source: sexstories.com

    feel your hot scrotum resting against my saliva-slick chin. My tongue retreats from your asshole and I cannot resist wrapping it around each hanging ball before sucking them into my warm mouth one at a time. As I suckle your balls, my right hand strokes your cock up and down and my left hand has found its way between my spread legs to rub my aching sex through the fabric of my crotch. I tongue your balls until they are fairly dripping with my saliva. A dark spot is slowly spreading from between my legs and my ankles are beginning to tremble with the strain of balancing on my heels. I look about our perfect surroundings as I lick my lips, savoring the salty, sweaty taste of your balls. An idea flashes in my head. After first kissing the back of your scrotum, I lick up and up, over your pulsing asshole and up through the cleft of your asscheeks as I stand. “I want you to enjoy this as much as I am,” I whisper into your ear, “let’s see if we can find you some action.” Unlocking the handcuffs, I remove your shirt and drop it onto the ground. I push you away from the column and toward one of the concrete statues. The female skier. As we walk I see you stare out at the increasing traffic in the lit concourse. The statue is polished concrete and slightly larger than life. It is shaped like a downhill skier in the tuck position, her knees bent and her rear end raised up. The carved form is well-cut, and the skier’s skin-tight suit follows each curve of her athletic legs and butt. ...
    The figure is on a dais two steps high. As we circle to the rear, the statue’s enlarged proportions are evident as her ample ass and thick, toned thighs are thrust towards us. Towards you, I mean. “Here’s your date, love,” I say as I push you up the steps. You hesitate on top of the dais, clearly uncertain. I wrap my fingers around your cock. “She’s all for you,” I rasp as I jerk you roughly, “look at that glorious ass. Time to get in there.” I press you forward and carefully place your dick between the cool glossy-polished thighs of the crouching statue. I push your chest over the big ass of the skier and drape your naked body over the statue’s lower back. I pull your arms forward and re-cuff your wrists over the breasts of the figure. I cup my hand and give your ass a hard, loud, slap. Your hips jerk, pressing futilely into rear of the statue’s groin. Squatting down behind you, I drag my fingernails up the back of your legs, watching from below as your cock twitches against the glossy smooth inner thighs of the skier. I kiss the back of your thighs while my fingers slowly spread the cheeks of your ass once again. Your buttocks clench sharply as my tongue enters you with renewed vigor. I can sense your pleasure by the way your anus accepts my long, thrusting tongue. In and out, I tongue-fuck your asshole with abandon. You move your feet apart to grant me easier access. I groan my approval into your rear end. I place my hands on the insides of your knees and press outward, ...
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